Epilogue
Edward galloped into Hyde Park, his stallion, Tencendor, once again under him because of his improved fortunes.
Solving the ton’s sex problems proved far more lucrative than mere stud servicing, though he happily kept open both arms of his business.
Never let it be said that Dick Stone turned up anything but his cock when wives needed breeding.
Ahead, he spied a merry party. Lady Maria Mabbot cradled a newborn baby in her arms while perched on the bench of a phaeton. On either side of her sat Jack, currently at the reins, and Charley, who was staring at their baby with pride.
They drove the sporting vehicle, once famous for winning races, at a sedate pace and nodded to all and sundry in the park during the fashionable hour.
“Do you think they’ll make it?” asked a voice near his boot.
There stood Tobias, his unlikely friend and associate. Edward hopped down from his high mount and held Tencendor’s reins while they chatted, in case the warhorse decided they were once again in battle. They both remembered the tour on the Peninsula at inopportune times.
Edward regarded the family of four and smiled while draping an arm over Tobias’s bony shoulders. “They’ve as much of a chance as any of us, I think. More, given that they know they have something special, and they’ve all changed a bit to get to live as their true selves. And experience love.”
“Love,” scoffed Tobias. “A full belly and warm place to sleep are enough for me.”
“And I’m satisfied now that I’ve got Tencendor again,” declared Edward, sounding more certain than he felt.
“There’s a new woman selling pies,” said Tobias as they turned towards home. “Meat this time.”
“Is this a subtle attempt to get dinner out of me?” asked Edward, ruffling Tobias’s dirty hair.
“Yes,” said Tobias, aware that honesty wouldn’t alter Edward’s course of action.
“Pride is often the biggest obstacle to love,” said Edward, suddenly feeling philosophical. “If you can be that honest someday with someone — or someones, like the Mabbots and Jack — perhaps you needn’t settle for just food and shelter.”
“You take the leap first, and I’ll follow your lead,” said Tobias, skeptical of Edward’s prediction.
Little did either party realize just what fate had in store. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.
THE END